My Two Front Teeth When you experience one emotion, other emotions jump into the mix. Doubt, worry, happiness, confidence, fear, uneasiness and confusion are all part of the chemical soup in our minds that keep us alive. Without these emotions, we wouldn't be alive. I know what it is like to have something bad happen and experience all these emotions. One night in the summer of fourth grade, I was riding my bike with my best friend Justin with not a worry in the world. We were attempting to do tricks on our bikes. Justin was riding his red Mongoose beside me. While I had my silver Tony Hawk bike. It was dark. We were just talking and riding in front of my house. Then out of no where, I flew from my handle bars on the cold sidewalk. I heard the sharp crack of something as I slid a couple of feet from my bike. I’m not crying yet. Then, I got up and felt the rug burn on my lower lip. I went to lick my lips to find that I was missing my two front teeth. Tears start flowing. I start running. I open my front door yelling and screaming, “I’M UGLY NOW!” My dad runs downstairs to me. He asked if i’m alright. Still screaming. He then sees my jagged two front teeth, he picks me up and runs up stairs with me to my mom. When me and Justin were riding our bikes, we were happy and carefree. We had no idea that something bad would happen. I hit a curb with my front tire and I flew forward onto the concrete. I then skid a couple of feet to then have rub burns from my knees to my shoulders. When I first realized what had happened, I was afraid of what other people would think of me. I doubted that I would ever look normal again. So, I went from being a happy little kid to being a confused, hysterical and doubtful kid. I felt physical pain as well as mental pain. When my mom saw me, she started to comfort me the best she could. She cradled me and told me I wasn’t ugly. My dad called my dentist and she said that she couldn’t fix my front teeth because she was off duty. She had my dad look at my teeth to see if a nerve was showing. Just the tip of the nerve was showing on my right tooth. She then had me spit in a plastic bag to soak my teeth. So, my dad and my traumatized friend Justin had to locate my teeth on the pavement. Justin found them and my dad thanked him and picked them up from the floor. My mouth was dry from spitting in the bag when my dad brought them to me. I looked at them with tears in my eyes. Half of my right tooth was missing and a little more than a quarter of my left tooth were in my hands. After I put my teeth in the bag, I had calmed down and realized the pain I was in. It had felt like someone was stabbing my gums with a needle. I asked for some water and when I drank it, what was left of my right tooth exploded with an unbearable pain. I was then taken to Dr. Sunny’s office around 10:45 p.m. He numbed my mouth and began to work on me. Around 11:45 p.m. he finished. He told my parents what he did in great detail and then very simply told me what he did as well. He said that he glued my teeth back on to me. Around 1:00 p.m. the next day, Justin came to my door with balloons, a stuffed animal and a get well soon card. He came in and we talked about what happened and how ridiculous I was. We joked and laughed for what seemed like hours on end. We laughed about how I acted. How I cried because of my appearance over pain. How he had to find my teeth. How I could only eat soup and mashed potatoes for a while. We just laughed. I felt good after his visit. We still laugh about it to this day.
In the years following, my two front teeth have broken again and again. Each time different. Once they broke when I dove into a pool. Another time they broke for no reason. Even though its a pain in the ass when they break, I still smile and laugh over it. I know what it is like to have something bad happen. I also know how to get over it too. That is what I know.
My Two Front Teeth
When you experience one emotion, other emotions jump into the mix. Doubt, worry, happiness, confidence, fear, uneasiness and confusion are all part of the chemical soup in our minds that keep us alive. Without these emotions, we wouldn't be alive. I know what it is like to have something bad happen and experience all these emotions.
One night in the summer of fourth grade, I was riding my bike with my best friend Justin with not a worry in the world. We were attempting to do tricks on our bikes. Justin was riding his red Mongoose beside me. While I had my silver Tony Hawk bike. It was dark. We were just talking and riding in front of my house. Then out of no where, I flew from my handle bars on the cold sidewalk. I heard the sharp crack of something as I slid a couple of feet from my bike. I’m not crying yet. Then, I got up and felt the rug burn on my lower lip. I went to lick my lips to find that I was missing my two front teeth. Tears start flowing. I start running. I open my front door yelling and screaming, “I’M UGLY NOW!” My dad runs downstairs to me. He asked if i’m alright. Still screaming. He then sees my jagged two front teeth, he picks me up and runs up stairs with me to my mom.
When me and Justin were riding our bikes, we were happy and carefree. We had no idea that something bad would happen. I hit a curb with my front tire and I flew forward onto the concrete. I then skid a couple of feet to then have rub burns from my knees to my shoulders. When I first realized what had happened, I was afraid of what other people would think of me. I doubted that I would ever look normal again. So, I went from being a happy little kid to being a confused, hysterical and doubtful kid. I felt physical pain as well as mental pain.
When my mom saw me, she started to comfort me the best she could. She cradled me and told me I wasn’t ugly. My dad called my dentist and she said that she couldn’t fix my front teeth because she was off duty. She had my dad look at my teeth to see if a nerve was showing. Just the tip of the nerve was showing on my right tooth. She then had me spit in a plastic bag to soak my teeth. So, my dad and my traumatized friend Justin had to locate my teeth on the pavement. Justin found them and my dad thanked him and picked them up from the floor. My mouth was dry from spitting in the bag when my dad brought them to me. I looked at them with tears in my eyes. Half of my right tooth was missing and a little more than a quarter of my left tooth were in my hands. After I put my teeth in the bag, I had calmed down and realized the pain I was in. It had felt like someone was stabbing my gums with a needle. I asked for some water and when I drank it, what was left of my right tooth exploded with an unbearable pain. I was then taken to Dr. Sunny’s office around 10:45 p.m. He numbed my mouth and began to work on me. Around 11:45 p.m. he finished. He told my parents what he did in great detail and then very simply told me what he did as well. He said that he glued my teeth back on to me.
Around 1:00 p.m. the next day, Justin came to my door with balloons, a stuffed animal and a get well soon card. He came in and we talked about what happened and how ridiculous I was. We joked and laughed for what seemed like hours on end. We laughed about how I acted. How I cried because of my appearance over pain. How he had to find my teeth. How I could only eat soup and mashed potatoes for a while. We just laughed. I felt good after his visit. We still laugh about it to this day.
In the years following, my two front teeth have broken again and again. Each time different. Once they broke when I dove into a pool. Another time they broke for no reason. Even though its a pain in the ass when they break, I still smile and laugh over it. I know what it is like to have something bad happen. I also know how to get over it too. That is what I know.